I bring autumn water into the galaxy

Chapter 45

When looking at Ye Ran, she was a bit smug, so what if she is the real granddaughter of the Fang family?
Mr. Fang didn't care what other people were thinking, he cleared the table and waved to Ye Ran, "Come on, Ranran, come and try."

Ye Ran also grinned, walked to the place where grandpa was standing just now, and then picked up the writing brush, holding it with one hand, without the posture of a calligrapher at all.

That made Mrs. Song and Mrs. Han on the side frowned, but thinking of Mr. Fang's attitude just now, they didn't dare to say anything, they could only discuss it in their hearts.
I really don't know if Master Fang is getting more and more confused as he gets older. Look at this granddaughter who spoils her. She doesn't even hold the pen in the right posture. Can she write well?

What a waste of Mr. Fang's rice paper and pen and ink.

Ye Ran just looked down at the rice paper in front of him, adjusted his posture, dipped the tip of the pen in ink, then moved it to the rice paper, thought for a moment before writing down.

There is a feeling of flowing water in one stroke, without any restraint at all, but Mrs. Song and Mrs. Han turned their heads slightly and stared at it.

And Mr. Fang's expression became serious when he saw Ye Ran write the first stroke. He saw that Ye Ran's strokes were written very freely and with a lot of style.

Soon, the word "Fan" was written. Although it was simple, the handwriting flowed like clouds and water, and the strength of the writing did not lose the body of the characters.

Even Mrs. Song and Mrs. Han, who was not familiar with calligraphy, were attracted to come over. Li Xuewei was even more shocked when she saw it. Mr. Fang practiced calligraphy all the year round, so she knew some calligraphy.

Looking at it this way, the girl Ye Ran actually has some calligraphy skills in it.

Ye Shiyu's face paled even more, this dead girl, this dead girl really knows calligraphy?

She is a bumpkin from the countryside, how does she know calligraphy, how does she know how! !
Ye Shi trembled with anger, raised her head inadvertently, and looked at Song Cheng's gaze was attracted by Ye Ran, and she subconsciously clasped Song Cheng's fingers with her backhand.

Only then did Song Cheng come back to his senses, looked at Ye Shiyu with a slight smile, but still looked at Ye Ran, although his stature was slender, but his brushwork seemed to be very powerful, as beautiful as a painting.

It actually made him feel extraordinarily beautiful.

Just looking at the way she wrote, he couldn't help but think of her playing the piano at Shiyu's coming of age ceremony, and couldn't help being a little more curious in his heart.

He had met Ye's daughter who came back from the countryside before.

He secretly wanted to add him on WeChat, but he refused.

Afterwards, she secretly peeked at him. He was used to such gazes, so he didn't care.

But, for some reason, since Shiyu's coming-of-age ceremony, he had the feeling that she seemed to be a different person suddenly, and she never peeked at him again.

It looked like he didn't know him.

Even with such an opportunity today, she never even glanced at him.

Is this playing hard to get?

When Song Cheng thought about it this way, he figured it out. Yes, she showed her talent, but she was so indifferent. Isn't this playing hard to get and what is it?

This is the trick that girls are best at using now.

It's a pity that he likes a talented, well-behaved and sensible girl like Shiyu.

As for her, no matter what she was, he would not like her.

And Ye Ran didn't care about what everyone was thinking at all, and wrote carefully, stroke by stroke, and soon, the four words "Where All Hearts Go" were written.

Afterwards, she put down the pen in her hand, turned her head to look at Mr. Fang and smiled, "Grandpa, I've finished writing."

Mr. Fang stared at Ye Ran's writing of "Where Every Heart Goes", which can be said to be smooth and flowing, penetrating into three points, and the style of writing is extraordinary.

Looking at Ye Ran's young and clean face, Mr. Fang nodded again and again, and laughed with satisfaction, "Not bad, not bad, as expected, it's my granddaughter who can write so well at a young age." It can be said that many people can’t write such characters even after 20 years of practice.”

Mrs. Han also admired her admiration, and her dissatisfaction with her beating her precious son before also weakened a bit, "Indeed, it can be said that it is rare to be able to write such words at her age."

Thinking about the good piano playing and the good handwriting now, this kind of talent is far stronger than that Ye Shiyu.

From this point of view, her bastard son is really not worthy.

Deserved to be beaten.

Mrs. Song couldn't help but nodded, "Look at this skill, if you don't know it, you might think it's decades old."

Ye Shiyu forced a smile at the side, her face returned to normal, and she said with admiration: "My sister is really amazing, my sister who writes is ashamed."

This bumpkin really knows calligraphy?
Mrs. Song glanced at Ye Shiyu and said with a smile, "Your writing is not bad either. Your sisters are really a pair of talented women, and you have inherited the old man's talent."

After finishing speaking, he asked curiously: "But the calligraphy of this poem was taught by the old man, who taught Miss Ye's calligraphy?"

Ye Shiyu also asked curiously: "Yes, sister, who taught you calligraphy, and who did you learn from?"

Ye Ran replied softly: "I just practiced and played by myself when I have nothing to do."

Ye Shiyu: "..."

And the fuck did you practice it yourself?
Why don't you go to heaven?

Ye Shiyu became a little irritable.

When Li Xuewei heard this, she frowned and said, "You child, why did you practice it by yourself again? Just now the piano said that you practiced it by yourself for fun, but now you practiced this calligraphy by yourself?"

Song Cheng was taken aback, "Did she teach herself the piano?"

Li Xuewei was full of displeasure: "Don't listen to her nonsense, how can she teach herself?"

Seeing this, Mrs. Han smiled and said, "Forget it, forget it, she doesn't want to say it."

"Yes."

Mr. Fang glared at Li Xuewei, and said, "Why do you have to take care of Ranran? You have to take care of your own son."

Li Xuewei: "..."

She would rather.

But she is thankful that she is not under the control of her son.

Mr. Fang was in a good mood at the moment, but he was not angry, he just said: "Okay, hurry up, hurry up and ask someone to frame this word for me, hurry up."

Li Xue froze for a moment, "What, framed, framed?"

Well, this girl's handwriting is indeed good, but, is it worth framing it?

Does she fit?
Mr. Fang turned his head, "Why, you don't understand what I said?"

Li Xuewei came back to his senses, "No, Dad, I don't have any other intentions, it's just that this girl is still so young, the words she wrote, are her words worthy of being framed?"

Mr. Fang said coldly: "Her writing is not worth it, but yours is worth it?"

(End of this chapter)